F.O.S. - Mama Jones, Freeway

We was born in sin, we supposed to sin

Repenting, get close to Him, we supposed to win

We started this the year this shit was supposed to end

2000 and counting now I’m counting with an accountance

Several lassic albums, swear this music shit was worth it then

Now I am a boss, never forget, I used to work for them

Shout out to the music mogul dudes who let me earn for them

More important than the dough is reach back that we earn for them

Kill these rappers with this flow, somebody fine a urn for them

We burning them, we scorching them

They pass me the torch and then I’ll f*cking put the torch to them

In other words, we torching them

I feel like Marcus Garvey, Martin Luther, as we fought for them

They still may recognize all this real shit that be bought to them

Freedom of speech, F.O.S

Freedom of speech, F-O-S

Freedom of speech, F.O.S

Them people f*ck with Free

I had 'em people screaming S.O.S

I say what I want, bitch

Say what you want, bitch

Do what you don’t, you can guarantee we won’t bitch

I say what I want, bitch

Say what you want, bitch

Do what you don’t, you can guarantee we won’t bitch

Bitter rapper, I broke the mold

Played the game right, never broke the code

O.J Simpson, yeah, I had that white on a open road

Alphabet soup, nigga, o’s and o’s

Ripping in the kitchen better hold your nose

Got a five year goal

Y’all perks better hope that we stick to the goal

Remoting food control

No illuminati, never sold my soul

No Buggati, still boo hotties

All over my body

Rocksmith all over my body

Over my shotty

Get them kicks from sole control

Grew around G’s like

But you been knew that before I told you so

They pray five times, so heaven is where my soldiers go

I’m an open sinner, so I pray that’s where my soul’ll go

And no, I am not a hater so I pray that’s where you all’ll go